Hi, can I join in? I would like to take the position of Gunner please.
OOC: Certainly, make a description for your character and we'll begin the RP.
OOC: Thanks!
Name: Alastair Kemp.
Appearance: A tall man with an unshaven face and black hair.
Clothes: Tricorn hat, brown boots and trousers, leather belt, white shirt under a brown waistcoat. Over this he wears a Long, dark blue coat which reaches down to his shins.
Accessories: A square leather pouch attached to his belt (containing a small seaman's knife, a powder horn, ten shillings, several pieces of dried meat (wrapped in brown paper) and an oilskin pouch which holds flint, steel and tinder).
OOC: Certainly, make a description for your character and we'll begin the RP.
OOC: Thanks!
Name: Alastair Kemp.
Appearance: A tall man with an unshaven face and black hair.
Clothes: Tricorn hat, brown boots and trousers, leather belt, white shirt under a brown waistcoat. Over this he wears a Long, dark blue coat which reaches down to his shins.
Accessories: A square leather pouch attached to his belt (containing a small seaman's knife, a powder horn, ten shillings, several pieces of dried meat (wrapped in brown paper) and an oilskin pouch which holds flint, steel and tinder).
Appearance: A tall man with an unshaven face and black hair.
Clothes: Tricorn hat, brown boots and trousers, leather belt, white shirt under a brown waistcoat. Over this he wears a Long, dark blue coat which reaches down to his shins.
Accessories: A square leather pouch attached to his belt (containing a small seaman's knife, a powder horn, ten shillings, several pieces of dried meat (wrapped in brown paper) and an oilskin pouch which holds flint, steel and tinder).
A fisherman with a horrific frown on his face comes plodding towards him carrying a big basket of fish. He stops in front of Alastair. "Out of my way, sonny!"
A fisherman with a horrific frown on his face comes plodding towards him carrying a big basket of fish. He stops in front of Alistair. "Out of my way, sonny!"
Alistair frowns back at him and moves out of the way muttering. He continues on his way.
A fisherman with a horrific frown on his face comes plodding towards him carrying a big basket of fish. He stops in front of Alistair. "Out of my way, sonny!"
Alistair frowns back at him and moves out of the way muttering. He continues on his way.
He soon comes to a line of ships, mainly consisting of merchant vessels and sloops. He is considering asking one of the captains of a large merchant vessel when another ship catches his eye. A large battleship. He strolls over and pats the vast hull, a smile spreading across his face.
Alistair frowns back at him and moves out of the way muttering. He continues on his way.
He soon comes to a line of ships, mainly consisting of merchant vessels and sloops. He is considering asking one of the captains of a large merchant vessel when another ship catches his eye. A large battleship. He strolls over and pats the vast hull, a smile spreading across his face.
The keel of the ship was made from light textured ash. As for the hull down to the rudder, it was painted gold with light blue stripes.
The ship had 22 gun ports, two masts plus the mizzen. Under the bowsprit, carved over the hull was a wonderfully painted deer head, looking out over the ocean.
Three sailors walked back and forth the gang plank, lifting barrels of gun powder, weaponry and other random merchandise onto the deck.
He soon comes to a line of ships, mainly consisting of merchant vessels and sloops. He is considering asking one of the captains of a large merchant vessel when another ship catches his eye. A large battleship. He strolls over and pats the vast hull, a smile spreading across his face.
The keel of the ship was made from light textured ash. As for the hull down to the rudder, it was painted gold with light blue stripes.
The ship had 22 gun ports, two masts plus the mizzen. Under the bowsprit, carved over the hull was a wonderfully painted deer head, looking out over the ocean.
Three sailors walked back and forth the gang plank, lifting barrels of gun powder, weaponry and other random merchandise onto the deck.
Alistair stands, marveling at the ship. After a while he walks over to one of the sailors.
''This ship sailing any time soon?'' He asks the man.
